Timing issues
Things have been so great with Sven since my little melt-down post. Increasingly great. However, last night did not exactly follow that particular trajectory.
My mom hosted a lunch for all us girls in the family. My mom's sister, her daughter and my two male cousin's wives with their baby girls. It was a very nice afternoon. I went on my bike, because I figured I probably wouldn't want to hold back on the white wine. I sent a text to Sven as the day drew to a close asking him to let me know when he was headed home. When he replied, I wondered if maybe he would pick me up. He did, and we ended up staying and having leftovers with my parents. I'm still not sure if he wanted to or if it just ended up that way. Anyway, we got home way too late as usual. And I could've let up a little on the wine. I got annoying. Or at least, that's what it feels like in retrospect.
So, as we parked in the street and he was still in his work clothes and probably dying for a shower, he handed me the flowers that had been sitting in the car the whole evening. And it's the first time he's brought me flowers for no reason. And I wish the evening would've gone differently, because I really wanted to make a big deal about it, and instead it became this anti-climactic thing despite my best efforts. So now I feel bad.
But the flowers are gorgeous. I guess I can still make it up to him tonight.
My mom hosted a lunch for all us girls in the family. My mom's sister, her daughter and my two male cousin's wives with their baby girls. It was a very nice afternoon. I went on my bike, because I figured I probably wouldn't want to hold back on the white wine. I sent a text to Sven as the day drew to a close asking him to let me know when he was headed home. When he replied, I wondered if maybe he would pick me up. He did, and we ended up staying and having leftovers with my parents. I'm still not sure if he wanted to or if it just ended up that way. Anyway, we got home way too late as usual. And I could've let up a little on the wine. I got annoying. Or at least, that's what it feels like in retrospect.
So, as we parked in the street and he was still in his work clothes and probably dying for a shower, he handed me the flowers that had been sitting in the car the whole evening. And it's the first time he's brought me flowers for no reason. And I wish the evening would've gone differently, because I really wanted to make a big deal about it, and instead it became this anti-climactic thing despite my best efforts. So now I feel bad.
But the flowers are gorgeous. I guess I can still make it up to him tonight.